So last night my buddy calls me up and asks if I want to go to a fish fry at a Catholic church. I said sure. He says to bring some beer. I say okay. So we get there, and apparently it's tradition at this place, that while you stand in a line wrapped around the entire building waiting to get in, that you drink beers. Well, last night the line wasn't actually very long, but there were huge hoardes of people just standing outside drinking as though they were in line. So we stood outside, drank a few beers, and then wandered inside. So we go inside, we pay 8 bucks, and they hand us a beer to drink while we're in the food line. When we get up to the front they give us a big plate of fish, slaw, and fries, and another beer. Only the first two drinks are included with the meal, though, after that you had to pay. The food was all you can eat. After that we went to some art gallery that has blown glass displays, because they were having an opening or something, and they also had free beer, wine and appetizers. So that was pretty alright. By now we're feeling pretty warm and fuzzy, but it's only 8:30. My buddy gets the word that a some dudes he knows are going to some club downtown. So we go to meet them there and the place is pretty ritzy and kinda surreal. Waitresses with masquerade type masks on, a couple dressed up as sequined peacocks or whatever. The cheap cocktails are like $6. We're way out of our element as a couple dudes in jeans and tshirts that smell like fish. But we sit down and order a drink, and then the rest of the group arrives and they've got some curtained in private area set up, there are leather couches and the works. They're all dressed up pretty nice too, so we're way out of our element, but nobody minded. We hung out and had a grand time, and someone had a bottle of some kind of fancy vodka delivered to the table with a bucket of ice and some mixers. So we mixed ourselves a few vodka tonics that were mostly vodka with a splash of tonic, and when the bottle was empty another one just showed up. As the night was winding down, I figured I'd better clear the tab I'd started for the drink I bought before the communal vodka showed up, but I felt weird in a place like that closing a tab with like 6 bucks on it, so I ordered another drink and told the waitress to close my tab after that. So she brings me the drink and the tab and the tab is only 5 bucks. I'm like, hey that's cool, I didn't say anything but left a pretty decent tip. And then we vamoosed and I went to work at 6 this morning.

There was a sixer of Brooklyn Lager in my fridge that someone left last week. I took it to a party down the street, drank one and a half and left it on a stump in the front yard. Stuff is kind of nasty.

When I was in LA for a few months I made a point of hitting up the Japanese market every weekend and grabbing something to taste. Get the good stuff, chilled. Junmai. I like taru-sake types a lot, but that's not for everyone 'cause of the cedar taste.

Well fellas. It's Wednesday night which means I have tomorrow off of work. It also means that nobody else has tomorrow off of anything. Which means that I'm just going to wander over to the dive a few doors down and throw back a couple of giant frosty mugs and make conversation with whoever is convenient.

Also Mindy's got a bomber of Southern Tier Choklat Imperial Stout which is really really chocolatey and probably ought to be a functional pants repellant. Yep, things are looking up for old Jimbo tonight.

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Also Mindy's got a bomber of Southern Tier Choklat Imperial Stout which is really really chocolatey and probably ought to be a functional pants repellant. Yep, things are looking up for old Jimbo tonight.

More like advantage: Athens county. The brewmaster at this pub said that there are three half barrels of Hopslam in the sate, and two of them are at Jackie O's. Also the kid that was tending bar when the brewmaster was down in the basement didn't know shit, and was giving me pints when he should've been giving me 10 oz tulips. Fucking. A. Seriously, if you like hops, if you like IPAs, as I do, this shit is worth the $16 for a six pack. Definitely.

How is that North Coast, jimbo? I've had something of theirs, though I can't remember exactly what.

Well you can't actually buy any Bell's products in Illinois, so that's what I meant by Advantage: Ohio.

The North Coast is pretty good, I bought it after a beer tasting on Saturday. It's an old ale, kind of like a barleywine but really letting the malt lead rather than the hops. Big BIG alcohol bite. I'm drinking one now but the glass I'm drinking it out of must have had some detergent residue in it, so I'm getting soap in the nose more than anything, which bugs the crap out of me but I'm still gonna drink it. A bit more hops would actually help cover up the alcohol flavor a little more but since I don't mind big alcohol flavor I'm enjoying the hell out of it.

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Yeah, that's fucked up about Bell's in IL! I remember reading about that shit online some months ago; that breaks my heart, cuz my favorite Chicago bar (Innertown Pub) was the first place I ever had Bell's on tap

Also I cannot STAND that astringent alcohol edge in brew, man, give me that bittering hops any day